Pieces

I shattered. I turned into pieces, scattered from here to nowhere. One by one, I gather them up. I stare at the pieces. I let them shift and watch them fall away. I look at what is left. The core of me.

Keep the core and nothing else.

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I want: Passion. Desire. To create Cosmos.
I want: Expression. Depth. Meaning.
I want: Joy. Laughter. Love.
I want: Life.
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